PSALM LXXXVIII. Wells. 9 To Thee, my God and Hope, I fly, To Thee address my mournful cry: Wilt Thou by miracle revive Yes when I'm buried deep in dust, Thou to my eyes in full furvey Shall paths of heav'nly life display, Windfor. PSALM XC. THOU HOU turneft man, O Lord, to duft And, when Thou speak'st the word “Return,” In youth, we flourish green, like grass In age, when worn and weak we fall, Beneath thy fearful wrath confum'd Then teach us, Lord, th'uncertain hour Of our fhort days to fcan! This truth implant in all our hearts, "Our life is but a span !" Innocents. ། PSALM XCI. HE, who hath God his Guardian made, Shall under the Almighty's fhade Secure and undisturb'd abideThus to my foul of him I'll fay, "He is my fortrefs and my stay, My God, in whom I will confide.” His tender love and watchful care Shall keep me from the dang'rous fnare, Where foes around their thousands flay: Against the fhafts that fly by day.` No harm fhall hence my life befall, I make the Lord my fure defence, He, who hath God his Guardian made, Secure and undisturb'd abide Thus to my foul of him I'll fay, My God, in whom I will confide.” PSALM XCII. Stroudwater. IT is a joyful thing to praise And thank our God most high; A joyful thing, to found thy name, O Lord, above the sky; To fhew forth all thy wond'rous love Or to declare thy grace and truth, To Thee a ten-string'd inftrument To fing the wonders of thy hand |